Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Fire

He trailed his nose up her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He littered soft kisses along her jawline, smirking when he heard her whimper.

"Stiles."

The sound was music to his ears.

"What?", he breathed, knowing full well what was the matter.

She took moments to respond. By this time, his teeth were tugging at her earlobe.

"I need you."

Those three words were all it took for their clothes to be shredded and for their lips to connect.

Fire. It's a powerful thing. It burns. Hurts. Kills. And if you're not killed by the flames, by the heat, it's the smoke that leaves an impact. It spreads. Surrounds. Suffocates

Kinda like love, I guess. That also burns. Deep. In your chest. Where the cavity containing your heart is.

It hurts to fall out of love. Sometimes even to fall in it. It can kill even the strongest of minds. Shatter them.

When love ignites, the heat is the first thing you notice. Creeping on your cheeks, at the sight of them. Behind your eyes as you weep when they are hurt. Between your thighs as you sleep beside them.

Then you start to suffocate. Be that by manipulation or the reciprocation of love back. Either leaving an impact. It spreads. Surrounds. Suffocates.

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Stiles' snores. I smiled and lifted my head from his bare chest to look at the face I had come to love.

The face that appeared so often in my dreams. The face of the teenage boy who suffocated me with love, and set my heart on fire every time I thought of him.

I looked at my phone.

Text from Lydia.
Sent at 9:30 am:

Where are you? Are you with Stiles?

I kissed my sleeping boyfriend on the nose and felt the corners of my mouth turn up as he awoke.

"Wake up, Batman."

He moaned.

"Why?"

"Because we're an hour late for school dumbass."

He moaned again.

"We could just stay in bed all day," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back down, my head once again meeting his chest.

He placed a kiss in my hair that sent my heart spiralling.

Maybe missing one day wouldn't hurt...

No.

"Stiles, we can't. Not with the SATs coming up."

I attempted to get out of bed yet again.

Key word? Attempted.

Before I knew it, Stiles had placed his fingers under my chin and captured my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay in bed all day?"

He knew what his kisses did to me. Smug bastard.

"Oh shut up."

"You know you love me really, Y/N"

My response was another passionate kiss.

I ignited and my flame never died.

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So this is the next one!

I've decided to publish this one as the first one's had quite a good response so far so thanks guys!

The part that's italicised is written by my friend Amelia so it'd be cool to give her some feedback too!

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Love,
LJ xx